Shubman Gill is facing a lot of problem in his family. His sister moved out because of him to a different country and no one knows where so both Keart and Lakwinder do not talk to them because of this.
Sara Tendulkar is a bubbly and has a loving fam...
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The afternoon sun was dipping low in the sky when I awoke, its golden rays casting long shadows across my room. I glanced at the clock; it was 4pm. A sense of urgency washed over me as I remembered my mission—to uncover whether Di was indeed in London. As if on cue, my phone vibrated with an incoming message. It was from Alyssa. My fingers raced to unlock the screen, and I scanned the contents of her message with bated breath.
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Could Alyssa's words be trusted? The question gnawed at me, urging me to seek a second opinion. I reached out to Sara, my voice laced with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Sara, are you home?"
Her response came swiftly, "Yes, I am."
"May I come over? There's something important we need to discuss," I said, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.
"Of course, come on over," she replied, her tone warm and inviting.
I quickly dressed and made my way to Virat bhai's room, knocking softly. He greeted me with a nod, and I informed him, "Bhaiyya, I'm stepping out. I'll return by dinner."
Acknowledging my plans, Virat bhai gave a silent nod of understanding. I proceeded to the lobby, where the receptionist greeted me with a professional smile. "May I have the car keys?" I asked.
Without hesitation, the keys were placed in my hand, and I set off towards Sara's residence. Upon arrival, I knocked, and the door swung open to reveal Sara's welcoming smile. I stepped into her abode, a sanctuary of beauty and tranquility that she had crafted with care.
We settled onto the plush sofa, and she offered me a comforting cup of coffee. "I am sorry—" I began, but she cut me off gently.
"Friends don't need to apologize or thank each other, Shub," Sara reminded me, her voice soft yet firm.
I offered a small, grateful smile and pulled out my phone to show her Alyssa's message. "Do you think we can trust this?" I asked, seeking her discerning eye.
Sara studied the message and the accompanying picture. "It appears genuine, not tampered with," she observed.
A spark of hope ignited within me. "Shall we investigate further?" I proposed, eager to follow the lead.
